A dark shadow swept overhead, Ye Mo's pupils contracted. He immediately withdrew the Vibranium disc from his palm. Without waiting for the countdown to reach zero, he directly severed the activation process of the Buzzing Protocol.
We can't force it anymore.
The shadowy figure was too fast; it was beyond the reaction time of an ordinary soldier. In that instant, he sensed a faint but stable energy fluctuation, like some kind of signal repeater at work. The enemy wasn't just moving in sync; someone was controlling the rhythm from behind.
He quickly glanced at the street corner; three black-armored warriors had closed to within twenty meters. The sound of Tony's thrusters was getting closer, but they hadn't reached their destination yet. Lightning flashed on Thor's side and then disappeared. Emma Frost's position remained unchanged.
He gritted his teeth, his fingers quickly sliding twice on the communicator behind his ear, recompiling the encrypted data packet into a short command, "Don't linger, there's a way to break the deadlock. Underground parking lot B3, assemble immediately."
After sending the message, he suddenly darted out from behind the broken wall, the skin on his right arm, which had just recovered, began to gleam metallic again. He dared not use his Regenerative Phasing, so he could only rely on his speed to create distance. After rushing five steps, he sidestepped into the wreckage of a bombed bus and used the vehicle as cover to move towards the underground entrance.
Footsteps sounded behind him, orderly and unhurried. These people weren't afraid of him escaping at all, as if they knew he couldn't escape the signal range.
He chuckled coldly, pulled a recorder from his hoodie pocket, and pressed the side button. The screen lit up, showing that the enemy's neural synchronization frequency curve he had just captured was still fluctuating. He quickly pulled out a waveform, superimposed it with new interference parameters, and then stuffed it back into his inner pocket.
Once everyone is there, this thing can become a weapon.
The entrance to the underground B3 parking lot was half blocked by a pile of rubble. He pushed his shoulder through the gap and squeezed in, catching his breath against a concrete pillar. The structure here was still relatively intact; a few of the overhead lights were still on, and the ground was clean, without any standing water or bloodstains. In the corner, there was a wrecked police car with all its windows shattered, but the antenna was still intact.
He walked over, removed the roof antenna, and plugged it into the dashcam interface. This thing could be used as a simple signal amplifier; Tony had taught him to do it, calling it a "makeshift way to enhance communication." It sounded far-fetched, but it could really save his life in a critical moment.
He had just finished connecting the wires when he heard a metallic scraping sound from the southeast. Tony's armor landed at the edge of the parking lot, a crack in the visor and smoke coming from the power system in his left arm. He removed the visor; his hair was disheveled and his face was covered in ash.
"I received your message," Tony said, "But the 'solution' you mentioned isn't going to be another one involving throwing a USB drive at someone, is it?"
Ye Mo shook his head. "More reliable than that."
Before he could finish speaking, the ventilation duct in the northwest corner exploded with a deafening roar, Thor leaped down, carrying Mjolnir. His armor bore several deep marks, and the handle of the hammer was covered in green slime. The impact of his landing shook the ground.
"The enemy is swarming in like locusts," Thor said, "But I have cleared a path for you."
Ye Mo glanced at the flying debris at the entrance of the passage and remained silent. He knew Thor wasn't exaggerating; with that level of destructive power, anyone else would have been knocked down long ago.
Finally, it was Emma Frost. She came down the stairs from the other side, her steps a little slow, a small crack still unhealed on her left arm. When she saw Ye Mo, her eyes paused for a moment, but she didn't ask anything and simply stood to his right.
The four people formed a circle, their positions perfectly closed.
"Everyone's here." Ye Mo turned on the recorder and projected a waveform image. "Look at this."
A jagged curve appeared on the light screen, with a noticeable indentation in the middle.
"This is the frequency window for their synchronized movements," he said, pointing to the indentation. "Ten seconds before each attack, their neural signals concentrate on this frequency band. Like tuning a radio, once they deviate, they lose their connection."
Tony leaned closer for a look. "So you want to use high-frequency oscillations to hit this point?"
"It's not just about crashing." Ye Mo brought up the model of the Buzzing Protocol. "We need all four of us to work together, superimposing different energy sources to form a resonant wave. Tony will be in charge of the electromagnetic pulse, Thor will generate low-frequency thunderstorms, Emma Frost will use the Diamond Form reflective amplification, and I'll control the Vibranium transmitter."
Tony frowned. "Sounds like building Lego."
"But we can fight it out." Ye Mo nodded. "When Thor unleashed the lightning earlier, they did lag. This means the lightning frequency is close to their weakness. Tony's armor also has electromagnetic residue that can disrupt the main frequency band. Emma Frost's crystal structure can focus energy and prevent the waveform from dissipating."
Emma Frost looked at him. "When did you come up with that?"
"Just now," Ye Mo said, "I always thought they were linked by consciousness, but then I realized that wasn't right. Their movements were too precise, like programmed robots. This kind of system is most vulnerable to resonance; as long as the right frequency is found, even the slightest touch will cause it to collapse."
Thor asked in a deep voice, "How can we ensure that we act simultaneously?"
"I'll take command." Ye Mo pressed the recorder against his chest. "It will calculate the optimal moment and automatically trigger the signal after a three-second countdown. You just need to act when I give the order."
Tony stroked his chin. "So, you're going to be our metronome?"
"Almost," Ye Mo said. "I don't need the strongest power, I just need the most precise timing."
Emma Frost suddenly spoke up, "I believe you."
The voice was very soft, but everyone present heard it clearly.
Tony glanced at her, then looked at Ye Mo: "Fine, I can't fix this armor anyway, might as well take a gamble."
Thor raised his hammer. "Then let my lightning be the signal."
All three of them turned their gazes to Ye Mo.
He didn't move, his finger pressed the pause button on the recorder. He knew that saying anything more now would be useless; the real test was whether he could get them to listen to him.
He looked down to check the equipment; the battery was at 72%, and the signal strength was normal. The Vibranium plate rested on his palm; the temperature was just right, and it could still support a complete release. He re-secured the antenna and confirmed that each teammate's position was within range.
"Listen carefully." He looked up. "First, Tony releases an electromagnetic pulse to disrupt their main frequency band. Second, Thor simultaneously unleashes a low-frequency thunderstorm to create a resonant field. Third, Emma Frost immediately reflects the aftershocks, forming a ring-shaped diffusion. Finally, I use Vibranium plate to emit Buzzing Wave, precisely piercing their coordination system."
Tony asked, "What if it's one second short?"
"Then all our efforts will be in vain," Ye Mo said. "Therefore, we must be on the same frame."
The parking lot was quiet for a few seconds.
Tony flexed his wrists, the armor clicking. Thor planted his hammer in the ground, his hands clasped together. Emma Frost closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and when she opened them again, her gaze was more steady.
Ye Mo looked at them and suddenly felt that the scene was somewhat familiar. It wasn't a meeting of superheroes in a movie, but rather like a college final project, where four guys with completely different personalities got together to complete an impossible task.
But he knew this time was different.
He pressed the start button on the recorder, and the waveforms on the screen began to scroll. The countdown hadn't started yet, but the plan was already in place.
"Now," he said, "Hear my command."